If you had the opportunity to know the exact day on which you were going to die, or say, by some unknown circumstance, you could foresee some fantastic event that might change your life, would you really want to know? I used to think that I would. That was until recently and now, I can honestly say, I was happy with the surprise.
You see at 56 years old, I thought that not much could surprise or shock me, because my life has been in a sort of holding pattern for the past few years. My life revolved around work and home, getting up in the morning...going the work...trying to earn barely enough money to pay the bills...come home...work around the house, go to bed...rinse and repeat.
Boring and dull? Some might say and who am I to disagree? Hell, I was living the nightmare.
That was pretty much how my life was going until I met Tina. No pun intended, but I met Tina by accident. Literally. You see, I was involved in a car accident that would require my having physiotherapy and Tina it would just so happen, worked as one of the rehabilitation assistants at the office where I had been sent.
Her look was exactly what one might have in my mind when have imagined what a "rehabilitation assistant" perhaps looked like. Yoga pants, t-shirt, a hoodie with the company logo over the heart, some high end work out shoes and her long dark hair pulled back into a ponytail. She fit the bill.
Tina usually put me through a series of exercises before my workout with my physiotherapist. Tina would put me through my regime of lifts, stretches, and squats. Afterward, she would have me lay down on a massage style bed, so that heat or ice could be applied to the afflicted area.
From our very first meeting I could tell that Tina was a very sexual person. She was always very touchy, feely and flirtatious. For an old guy that didn't have much to be proud of, it was a huge ego boost. I always seemed to notice that when Tina would come into the room to wipe down the therapy bed, she would very casually rub her crotch against the corner of it while performing the task. It was at my third appointment, having chatted with her at length, that Tina started touching me. It was all very casual at first, my hair, ribcage, leg, face, almost anywhere but where I was injured and believe it or not, not once, did I complain. The soft touch of her hands on my old skin were the highlight of my day.
I believe that it on my seventh visit to the clinic, that Tina finally made her intentions clear. While bending over to pick-up a towel that she had dropped, Tina placed her hand on my package. I guess that one could have said it was a mistake, maybe it was an accident or maybe it was done in error, that is if she had not squeezed and caressed it while her hand was still on it. Nope, not a chance, this young lady knew exactly what she was doing and once again, I was not about to complain.
My next visit was the 7:00am time slot. The very first appointment of the day, which seemed to work out for my schedule. Upon my arrival, Tina guided me into my designated room and proceeded to prep me for my visit.
She was wearing the uniform that I had become accustom to seeing her in and was wearing the sweet perfume smell of Ben-Gay muscle rub. Yep, highlight of my day.
"So, Jack, how was your weekend?"
"Not bad. But I'm still a little stiff from using my shoulder too much around the house, hopefully Tony can work that out, what about you, good weekend?"
Tina giggled and said that a "little stiff" wasn't a bad thing and that she had had a great weekend because she had placed 7th in the triathlon she had competed in. All the while she was doing her prepping, Tina was giving herself quite the workout on the corner of the table. So, I decided not to let her comment slip past.
"Careful, that kind of "little stiff" talk could be misconstrued as a sort of sexual harassment."
Tina faked blushed and put her hand over her mouth and said, "Who me? Never."
"Oh yeah I bet. Your trouble with a capital T, I could see it from the first time I came in for a treatment."
"Nope. I just like to have a little fun and I've noticed that you don't seem to mind watching me have that fun."
Caught red handed, I was staring directly at her grinding her pussy against the corner of the table again.
With a laugh, Tina pointed down at my pants and said, "I see that your problem has gone way past being "a little stiff" to full on stiff."
Busted. I had an erection at a physio appointment. What the hell was wrong with me? I could have played it a little bit coy but fuck it. Full frontal attack.
